Been feeling rather tired from all the work that needs to be done. A lot of work. It's scary. Worse, I feel helpless against this tide of words, policies and outright CRAP.
God, I feel useless.

The gals went mad today. Yes they did. Bad girls, with mini skirts and boots and strawberry bubbles. Couldnt get any work done thanx to you pple!!!!

Finally, failure is just a stepping stone to success. Hey, you have the personality, you have the smarts, you have the strength. You just need your goal. It's their loss not yours. Take that and eat me.
*huggles* for good measure and that right degree of cuteness that embodies us all.

amen to that

The Glass Menagerie. A light, surreal depiction of the frality of a person's dreams. It is a story about a family's goal to do something, anything about their life and strive for a better future. It is a sad tale.

The mother looks after the household when the father, from a telephone company, fell in love with 'long distance' and never came back. She has a son and daughter and strives to see their future sparkle. She desires a happy life and yearns constantly of the life before.

The son is a poet, a dreamer working in a warehouse. He is sarcarstic, cynical, and tempermental. He wants out of this life, out of the house, away from the mother. He wants to pursue his dreams and find adventure.

The daughter lives in a dream. She is crippled in one leg and because of that, feels self-concious and becomes withdrawn and shy. She spends her time doing... nothing, only playing with her glass animals and the jukebox.

The gentleman caller is the man of reality. He accelerates the slow life the family has and changes it forever. He lives in the past as well, but looks to the future.

And now the verdict. Imagine a story that draws you in, making you take in every word and nuance, every single cup and spoon, the story weaves a spell over you and entices you to come closer... come closer... then stops and runs away. That is the glass menagerie. The ending was so disappointing, so abrupt and anticlimax, that if it were a cd/dvd/tape/book, I would throw it. Yes I would.

The acting was marvellous, very real, very believable and thus, very good. The tension that surfaces jarrs in every movement they make, the words they speak. There were plenty of funny moments, orchestrated by the ever-cynical son, with his poetic flair and sarcarstic comments. There were moments of reflection too, heart-wrenching, sorrowful. BUT THE ENDING SUX.
3/5
cause im forgiving.

Did I mention that wolf's rain is awesome. Well, it is. Very highly recommended. And am off for glass menagerie tmw! yay! Now all I have to do is to survive school.

It's infected me too. The wondering and puzzlement over this blogging phenomenon that has seemed to have died recently. My blogs are getting shorter and shorter, more useless with little info, and juz plain boring. Why why why? It's like a huge failure and lack of motivation to write! Except for the occasional story or poem, the blogs I do write are lacklustred and well... boring. i'll still blog, but unless something drastically interesting happens in my life, this is all i can do.

On another note, im surrounded by women. Which is a good thing :)

Got a fren over today.

anywaes, didnt do much except some readings... which is boring. And I thought my day would be boring if I didn't meet nabz for tea, thus adding a little spice in my sunday. Then at night, I read Candz's story. Thank you Candice.

Went clubbing on Friday night. Evolution. Everyone was there. Hated it. Thus story below. Let's juz say dancing with an ex is juz wrong.